ENGLISH BARDS, AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS. STILL must I hear?-shall hoarse FITZGERALD bawl His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my Muse? IMITATION. Semper ego auditor tantum? nunquamne reponam "Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri? JUVENAL, Satire 1. Mr. FITZGERALD, facetiously termed by CоBBETT the "Small Beer Poet," inflicts his annual tribute of vers J verse on the "Literary Fund;" not content with writing, he spouts in person after the company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port, to enable them to sustain the operation. A Prepare for rhyme-I'll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. Oh! Nature's noblest gift-my grey goosequill! Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, ! The pen foredoomed to aid the mental throes 10 Of brains that labour, big with Verse or Prose, 20 Our task complete, like Hamet's* shall be free; When Vice triumphant holds her sov'reign sway, And men through life her willing slaves obey; When folly, frequent harbinger of crime, Unfolds her motley store to suit the time; 30 When Knaves and Fools combined o'er all prevail, When Justice halts, and Right begins to fail, E'en then the boldest start from public sneers, Afraid of Shame, unknown to other fears, pen in * CID HAMET BENENGELI promises repose to his the last chapter of DON QUIXOTE. Oh! that our voluminous gentry would follow the example of CID HAMET BENENGELI. A 2 More darkly sin, by Satire kept in awe, Such is the force of Wit! but not belong To me the arrows of satiric song; 40 The royal vices of our age demand meesk And yield at least amusement in the race: The cry is up,, t Speed Pegasus!-ye strains of great, and small, Ode! Epic! Elegy !-have at you all! I, too, can crawl, and once upon a time 50 I poured along the town a flood of rhyme, ....... |